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The news from Jixxnar was all bad. Emperor Ardvart had been caught with Princess Floffwoodles miniature radio, trying to decode the Military orders sent from Floffwoodle to the Bleurghian battle cruisers stationed in the Gronkoid sector.
Pling the Bongu's dead body drifted close to the external camera at that second and everyone on board the bridge was able to see it floating lifelessly past. The first officer commented first, 'he was a brave Bongu.' Arrangements were made to recover t
axes form the slithering mercenaries of the molusc planet, Snurxx. To hell with the soldiers, we want their prostitutes, laughed General Gnuntt, flexing his laser
controlled jixxnian flumbarging device. Gnunntt flumbarged rather too often these days. His blup-wife had nearly slithered out on him, and he knew he had to pack the habit up soon. An alarm sounded. It was the alarm that meant the Fraarrnian boogar had
been vigourously wanking off his poodle again.
It wasn't a real, of course, but a purely synthetic, simulated poodle. Even the jizz that ejaculated was made of a synthetic protein and could provide a valuable food supplement for space travellers. The captain pressed a button & the ship headed home.
Vern Acula
The Bishop of Southwark
Crowfeeder
